It's personal

"That makes sense."

"Why are you here?"

"It's personal."

"Ah."

Feeling she deserved more, I added, "The guy we're fighting against angered me."

"You're joking."

"Nope."

"You joined the army because you're mad at the guy leading the enemy?"

"Yep."

She stared at me. "You know you probably won't get a chance to, uh, what do you Vorgan call it?"

"We usually call it killing," I lied. "And yes, I know. But I can be useful here."

"You're crazy."

"Thanks."

"But I mean that in the best possible way."

At that moment, Aeldor joined us. After introductions, he agreed to modify my satchel and craft a collapsible stool for me. I asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, tell me how to win at Pya Stones," Aeldor said.

"Run the game, don't play it," I replied.

"I'm serious."